Sir, the year growing ancient,— Not yet on summer’s death nor on the birth Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o’ the season Are our carnations and streak’d gillyvors, Which some call nature’s bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not To get slips of them.
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